"Life is
Only as good as the memories we make
And I'm taking back what belongs to me
Polaroids of classrooms unattended
These relics of remembrance
Are just like shipwrecks
Only they're gone faster
Than the smell after it rains

So long Astoria
I found a map to buried treasure;
And even if we come home empty handed
We'll still have our stories
Of battle scars, pirate ships and wounded hearts,
Broken bones, and all the best of friendships.

And when this hourglass
Has filtered out its final grain of sand
I raise my glass to the memories we had
This is my wish
This is my wish
I'm taking them back
I'm taking them all back."
-So Long Astoria

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I've nothing much to say.
Very unhyper, I'm sorry; this isn't a very good mood for blogging.
But maybe I'll be able to form a coherent sentence this time around.

...It feels weird.
It feels like- oh, I dunno- like something's happened and everything's kind of gone all woozy and blurry on me. Like; I keep thinking of picking up the phone and calling Cheryl, or wondering if she's going to call me for our almost-daily evening phonegossip session; but somehow, something stops me from picking up that receiver.
And I'll admit it- I feel awkward! I'm afraid that I won't know what to say, and yaddayadda.

Nothing's changed. But in a way, everything has.

AAH. Cara, stop this.

[deepbreaths, deeeeeeppppbbbrrreeeaaatthhhsss.]

Anyway. Today hasn't been a particularly nice day. Even though it rained.
Ordinarily I would adore rain, but this time I didn't.
[Because I got caught in it and I didn't have a brollie.]
Also. Carbohydrates have been calling out my naymmmme. Can you hear them calling? Can you? Can you?
...My sole comfort in all this mayhem is the Star Cruise we've had scheduled. Because they have a gym. And they serve six meals a day. :]

[Ahem. And Cheryl- you are so gonna lose your bet about the whole getting a guy thing. Just you wait, missehh.]

If, in the event that Cheryl DOES win her bet [that I'll get some weird guy in the hols] [but Cheryl, it'll have to be TWO-SIDED, love.] [Or else it wouldn't be fair.] , I swear I will come back to MG with a big box of Ferrero Rocher for y'peeps.
BUT in the event that she LOSES the bet [which she probably will, mark my words]; SHE will have to buy ME chocolate.

Only she doesn't have to buy me the whole big box.
[Because I'm nice that way.]

OHANDAND~!
I think I'll try my knack at writing something for 2G. Nuffink too complicated. My brains are shizzled.
But I will try.
[But it'll probably turn out reaaaaally cheesy, knowing me. So forgive me!]

I'm not going to spoil this otherwise already pretty-spoiled post by inserting some random emocity here.

But I'll have you know that I miss you guys already.

And I'll update when I

get a job
get in shape
get inspiration

can.

<3